Wednesday, March 27, 2013

The sun has peeked through today. Amazing, a cerulean blue sky...who knew Michigan had it in her? The sun's warmth and blessed light pulled me out of that dark, snowy March stupor this morning as the dog and I walked our streets. There are crocuses, snowdrops and bird song. As I dragged Ari from bed this morning, we listened to the...I hesitate to say...cutest bird song. We both agreed it was the best we'd ever heard.This joy at nature's gifts brought to mind some recently-heard words of Wendell Berry. These words have been rifling through my soul the past three days, adding to and expanding upon the thoughts I've already been experiencing. Almost a full year into our new Michigan life, I'm feeling a shift in...things. It's hard to say exactly how that shift is occurring or what, in fact, is shifting but I am aware that there is a change approaching. Whether that change is in the world, our nation, our town, our family or simply myself, I don't know. But I'll keep you posted.

And you will have a window in your head.Not even your future will be a mysteryany more. Your mind will be punched in a cardand shut away in a little drawer.

When they want you to buy somethingthey will call you. When they want youto die for profit they will let you know.So, friends, every day do somethingthat won’t compute. Love the Lord.Love the world. Work for nothing.Take all that you have and be poor.Love someone who does not deserve it.

Denounce the government and embracethe flag. Hope to live in that freerepublic for which it stands.Give your approval to all you cannotunderstand. Praise ignorance, for what manhas not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.Say that your main crop is the forestthat you did not plant,that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvestedwhen they have rotted into the mold.Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.Put your faith in the two inches of humusthat will build under the treesevery thousand years.

Listen to carrion — put your earclose, and hear the faint chatteringof the songs that are to come.Expect the end of the world. Laugh.Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyfulthough you have considered all the facts.So long as women do not go cheapfor power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfya woman satisfied to bear a child?Will this disturb the sleepof a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.Lie down in the shade. Rest your headin her lap. Swear allegianceto what is nighest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicoscan predict the motions of your mind,lose it. Leave it as a signto mark the false trail, the wayyou didn’t go.

Be like the foxwho makes more tracks than necessary,some in the wrong direction.Practice resurrection.~Wendell Berry